Let the wild BoucherCon begin!

So, a couple thousand crime writers and fans have descended upon the unsuspecting town of Cleveland, the better to reflect on matters criminous and ever-cleverer ways of committing artistic homicide. And we look so ordinary!

BoucherCon is the annual conference of crime writing here in the US, the place where My People hang out, the yearly meet-up of folk who have to take care how they talk in public places for fear the waitress will call the cops aboout that overheard conversation on dismemberment or clever con jobs. The place where you can wear a t-shir with the picture of a black bird statue on it and no one wonders what it means.

The place where a bunch of writers do their year’s worth of socializing.

If you’re near Cleveland, come out and play. And if you’re not, well, next year it’s in Albany, and the trees will be spectacular.

(Apologies for the uncorrectable typos, but WordPress doesn’t like the iPad…)